Me and Mrs. Jones
by Stormbringer
Stormbringer1@webtv.net


"Hey Chad," said Tristan, my best friend and roommate, "how would you
like to spend the summer with me at my parents beach house?"

"Love to," I replied, "but I'll have to get permission from my mom and
dad."

The thought of all those bikini clad girls had my penis hard, but then
it was always hard. Tristan and I attended a boys only Catholic school.
Excluding withered old nuns, we hadn't even really seen any women for
months,

I had just turned eighteen and Tristan was a year younger. He had a wild
rebellious streak, but I was rather shy and conservative. Despite our
differences, he was a lot of fun and we got along fabulously. I hadn't
had many friends and I considered Tristan to be the brother I never had.

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We arrived at the resort on the Jersey shore just before noon, two days
after classes ended. My eyes bulged out of my head at the sight of all
the scantily clad women heading towards the beach. I was from a small
town in Kansas and had never seen a girl in a bikini outside of
magazines, and here in front of me were dozens. Tristan whistled at
some, which embarrassed me and I sank down into the car seat, though the
girls seemed to like his attention.

I was still shocked that my parents let me go. Especially to a beach
resort, which they called a den of sin. They relented when I promised to
stay away from alcohol and tramps. 

We stopped near the boardwalk to grab a couple of burgers. Two teenage
girls wearing shorts and bikini tops walked by. Tristan smiled at them,
they ignored him and both smiled at me as they passed. I felt my cheeks
turn red and I looked down at the ground.

"They like you man," said my buddy. "Go get them."

"I couldn't, I wouldn't know what to say."

"Forget it," he said.

We got our burgers and sat down on a bench where we could watch the
women sun bathing.
I caught several more girls staring at me and I quickly looked away from
them.

Tristan shook his head. "Chad, I love you like a brother, but if you're
going to hold me back this summer, you might as well hang out with my
mom by our pool."

"Sorry," I replied. "I just haven't been around a lot of women."

"Have you looked at yourself," he said "I would give anything to look
like you or to have half your muscles. The chicks are gonna love you."

I was almost six and a half feet tall and still growing. Working on the
farm had built up my muscles to the point where I looked like a weight
lifter. Tristan was almost a foot shorter then me and rather average
looking, though he had a devilish grin that women apparently found
attractive.

We arrived at his parent's beach house an hour later. Tristan had
explained that his mom stayed there all summer and his dad was only here
on weekends. His father worked in New York and stayed at their house in
Massachusetts. 

"Go on through the fence around back," Tristan said grabbing his bags. 

I hefted my bags and walked around back to their pool. I just about
tripped over my own feet when I saw the young woman lying in a cot by
the pool. She had long blonde hair, tied up in a bun and big full lips.
Her eyes were covered by sunglasses, but I didn't spend much time
looking at her face anyway. 

Either her body was over-proportioned or her bikini was too small. Never
had I seen a more perfect body on a woman. Her breasts were huge and I
could see the outlines of her nipples under the thin, blue material. Her
stomach was flat and sexy, with a thin waist that flared out as her hips
widened. The bikini bottoms, barely covered her crotch and I had a
strong urge to untie the strings holding her bikini on. Her legs were
fit, lean, and long all the way down to her dainty little feet, whose
toe-nails were painted a daring red. A deep golden tan covered her body. 

"Can I help you?" she asked. 

"I-I'm supposed to be staying here," I stuttered out. "I'm Tristan's
friend." 

Her eyes widened and she stood up and walked over to me. "You must be
Chad," she said holding her hand out." 

"Yes," I said blushing as I took her hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't know
Tristan had a sister." 

She smiled, but didn't say anything. She took off her sunglasses
revealing the most peircing blue eyes, I had ever seen.

"JESUS!" said Tristan as he rounded the corner. "Mom, what on earth are
you wearing?" 

I blushed even more. Looking closer at her hair, I could see some gray
streaks blending into her blonde hairand as she laughed at her son's
discomfort, I saw some wrinkles around her eyes. Otherwise, she looked
about thirty, when she was probably closer to forty. 

"Sorry son," she said winking at me. "I wasn't expecting you until
tomorrow." 

"We got an early start Mom," he said. 

"Well let me go put something decent on," she said. "You two can go
unpack." 

She turned and we followed her into the house. I gulped when I saw that
her bikini was a g-string and I could see her tan rear end. It was
plump, but firm and smooth as a bowling ball. It arched out from the
small of her back. My penis which is always partially erect, instantly
turned rock hard. It was so hard, it hurt.

Tristan showed me to our room. It was bigger then our dorm and had two
nice big beds. 

"We can unpack later. Lets change and jump in the pool." He said yanking
his shirt off over his head. 

"I don't have a bathing suit." 

"No problem, you can wear one of mine." 
Tristan removed some trunks from his dresser and tossed it to me. "Try
these." 

He turned his back to me and pulled his pants down. I was a little
uncomfortable by his nudity, but I took my pants off also. 

"I can't wait to hit the beach tom..." 

My friend stopped in mid sentence and I looked up. He was staring at my
crotch with a look of shock on his face. He suddenly turned red and
quickly pulled his trunks up. I caught a glimpse of his penis and I
suddenly felt sorry for him. It must have been deformed or something. It
was all shrunken from the air conditioner and was only as long as my
pinky. My penis still hadn't recovered from the sight of his mother and
was about ten inches long. When completely erect, I'm over a foot long
and as big around as a cucumber. The only other penis I had ever seen,
was on our bull back home and he had made me feel small. Tristan was not
only smaller then me, but his penis probably wasn't even a third as big
as mine. 

"Come on let's go," he said, waving for me to follow. 

I removed my shirt and tossed it on my bed, as we headed to the pool. At
first, Tristan seemed upset about something, but that quickly passed and
we had fun splashing around his pool. I can't swim so I stayed in the
shallow end.

His mom came out with some sandwiches. She was wearing a conservative
one-piece bathing suit, but her incredible body was hard to hide and she
still looked fantastic. Tristan climbed out of the pool and immediately
began gobbling down a sandwich. 

I climbed the ladder out of the pool and was immediately embarrassed to
see that Mrs. Jones was checking out my body as closely as I had checked
out hers. Her eyes latched onto my crotch and remained there for a
couple seconds. I thought that my penis would probably crawl into my
scrotum, but instead it fattened a little, despite the cool evening air.
I saw Mrs. Jones' frown as she stared at my crotch and then her eyebrows
shot up with surprise when it grew a little.
 
Embarrassed, I immediately wrapped a towel around my waist and joined
Tristan at the picnic table. Mrs Jones let us alone and returned to the
house. 

After dinner, Tristan and I left the pool. He said I could change in
there and he would change in the bathroom. I didn't see the point since
we had changed together earlier, but I was more comfortable changing
alone. I unwrapped the towel from my waist and pulled the swim trunks
down. 

The vision of Mrs Jones in her string bikini flashed into my mind and I
immediately got another painful erection. I closed my eyes and grabbed
my penis, desperately wanting to stroke it, but knowing that it was a
sin.
 
"Tristan, do you need anything from the market," said Mrs. Jones,
pushing the door open. "HOLY SHIT!" she exclaimed, seeing me nude, her
eyes locking onto my hard penis. 

I opened my eyes in horror. She mumbled an apology and fled. My penis
withered in my hand. I looked in the mirror. Water still glistened on my
muscles. She must have thought I was masturbating and that the water was
sweat. I suddenly felt ill. 

When I was fourteen, I was in the barn and for no apparent reason my
penis suddenly got hard. I stroked it for some reason and after a few
minutes, I ejaculated. At first I was scared, not understanding what the
white stuff was shooting from my penis,but it felt great. I turned
around and there was my dad, fists clenched with rage. He beat the crap
out of me that night and my mom wouldn't even talk to me for a week
after that day until we had spoken to a priest. The priest told me about
masturbation and how sinful it was. I told him I understood and would
never do it again. For the last four years, I would get erect at least
once a day, usually more and it took every ounce of my will not to touch
it. I figured the devil was tempting me. 

Now, Mrs. Jones had caught me. She probably thought I was disgusting and
would throw me out of her house. She had been so horified that she had
cursed and women didn't curse.

Tristan came back and saw How pale I was. 
"You feeling ok buddy," he said concerned. 

"No, I'm feeling a little sick to my stomach. I think it must be
something I ate. I'm going to skip the boardwalk." 

-------------------- 

Tristan left to hit the boardwalk. I put my sweat pants on and climbed
into bed. I felt nervous and sick to my stomach. I pictured Mrs. Jones
and the look on her face when she saw me holding my penis. As soon as I
thought of Tristan's mother, I pictured her in that teeny bikini and my
stupid penis got erect again. 

My pulse was racing and I was hot under the covers. I was scared that
Mrs. Jones would throw me out for being a disgusting pervert. I climbed
on top of the covers and tried to get comfortable. Finally I looked for
something to read. As I was looking around the room, I noticed Mrs.
Jones staring at me through the door, which was cracked open.
 
All my fears were realized. Here was Mrs. Jones come to throw me out of
her house. She would call my parents, they would disown me and I would
get kicked out of school. Mrs. Jones pushed the door open and came in to
the room. Oddly enough, she seemed as nervous as I was. 

"Sorry to disturb you Chad, but I couldn't stop thinking about what I
saw." 

My heart skipped a beat. "Mrs. Jones, I swear I wasn't masturbating. I
know it's a sin. You just came into the room at the wrong time. Please
don't tell my parents." 

"I'm not sure I understand," she was looking at me funny. I thought she
looked a little amused and I calmed down. 

"I know you think I was masturbating, but I swear I wasn't." 

"You're telling me you've never jerked off." 

"No maam," I replied. "Well once, but dad caught me and beat me." 

"I don't believe you." 

"I swear it's the truth, Mrs Jones. Can't we just forget about what
happened," I begged. 

"I don't think I can forget about what I saw," she said. I moaned with
shame and she said, "You're going to have to prove it." 

"How do I do that?" I asked. 

"You can tell if a man masturbates excessively. 
I'll need to examine your penis." 

"I can't do that!" I said horrified at the notion of showing my friend's
mom my penis again. 

"It's that or I call your parents and the headmaster." 

She sat on the bed and reached out and grabbed the waist band of my
sweat pants. I relented and raised my hips, so that she could pull my
pants down to my ankles. Soon I was naked before the sexy mother of my
best friend. 
I was so embarrassed that my penis had crawled up into my scrotum and it
looked tiny as it was only about seven inches long. She reached out and
I tried to crawl back, but her hand quickly grabbed the tip of my penis. 

She lifted my penis up and cupped my testicles. My sack filled her small
hand. "Hmm," she said examining them, "they do seem heavy and full of
sperm. Maybe you don't masturbate." 

As she spoke she kept tugging on my penis. No one had ever touched my
penis before and I was horrified to see that the evil thing was
responding to her touch. It started growing in her hand. I looked at her
as it slowly swelled with blood, growing to it's full, foot long length.
She just stared at my penis growing in her hand, her eyes growing wide
with shock as it turned rock hard. 

"I'm sorry Mrs. Jones," I apologized horrified. "I can't control it." 

She didn't seemed bothered by my erection and she wrapped her fingers
around my penis. I shivered as she ran her fingers along the length of
my penis, stopping to squeeze the head. It felt incredible to have her
touching my penis like this. 

Then to my horror, she began stroking it. It felt fantastic and on the
third stroke, I bucked my hips, thrusting my penis through her fist. I
wanted to warn her, but the words stuck in my throat. I've never seen
the head of my penis so large. It swelled up as big as a plum,
throbbing, and engorged with blood. The pee slit opened and I came for
the second time in my life. A long stringy strand of sperm erupted from
the head and hit her in the face. I moaned with pleasure as four years
of frustration was released from my penis by three strokes of her hand.
Another strand left my penis, hitting her chin, and even more sperm
continued to flow out the tip of my penis covering her hand with sperm. 

When I recovered, I suddenly realized what had happened and I looked at
her ashamed at what I had done. She was still staring at my penis, a
look of amazement on her face. My sperm was oozing down her face and
chin. 

She seemed to come to her senses and she stood and ran from the room.
Horrified over what I had done, I pulled up my pants and ran out to the
hall. Mrs Jones was standing there licking my sperm off her hand. 

"Mrs Jones," I cried. "What are you doing?" 

"Chad!" she said startled. "It's not a sin if your semen goes into a
woman, only if you waste it." 
"But isn't adultery worse." 

"This isn't adultery," she replied licking the sperm off her chin. "Only
actual intercourse is adultery. I'm just doing this to help you."

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We spent the next day at the beach. Tristan had met a girl the night
before. I never could understand that guys luck with the ladies. 
Tristan tried to teach me how to swim, but it embarrassed me in front of
all the people. I felt much safer in his pool. 

We went back and had dinner with his mom. Mrs. Jones was quiet through
most of the dinner and I was worried that she was thinking about all the
sperm from my stupid penis that she had been forced her to eat to keep
me from sinning. She was a wonderful woman to do that for me. 

Tristan had a date with his girl that night and he asked if I would be
offended if he went out alone again. I told him to go have fun and not
to worry about me, I'd stay up and read. I usually do one hundred
push-ups every day and I was halfway through my set when Tristan left.
When I had finished, I looked up and his mom was standing in the room
watching me. 

Mrs Jones was wearing a short skirt that showed off her nice legs and a
tight top that left her sexy stomach bare. I could also see the outlines
of her nipples. Her areola were as big around as  coke cans, the nipples
were poking at her top, and I had trouble not staring at them. She had
been dressed more conservatively at dinner. 

She was glancing at my chest as I stared at hers. I was only wearing
shorts and my chest was sweaty, heaving from my workout. 

"I saw Tristan leave," she said. 

"He had a date," I told her, then added, "I'm sorry about last night. I
couldn't control myself." 

"That's why I'm here. I'm worried you might masturbate again. I didn't
get a chance to examine you long enough last night. I'll need to do it
again." 

My heart started racing at the thought of having her touch me again. "If
you think so Mrs. Jones." 

"Just stand there and let me examine you," she said kneeling down before
me. 

A strange surge of power coursed through my body as I looked at her
kneeling before me.
I saw her reach and and unbutton my shorts. Her hand was shaking, as she
slowly pulled my zipper down. Mrs. Jones yanked my shorts down around my
ankles and my underwear quickly followed. To my embarrassment, instead
of retreating into my scrotum like the last time, my penis was growing
before she even touched it. 

I moaned as Mrs. Jones caressed it and started stroking it again. The
head was huge, engorged with blood and she was holding it so that it was
pointed at her partially open mouth. 

She was so intent on the examination, that I took the opportunity to
look down past my penis at her nipples. I was hot, but the air
conditioner must have made her cold because her nipples were rock hard,
like two flag poles planted on top two perfect mountains. 

"You have a beautiful cock Chad," she said still staring at my penis in
her hand. 

"What do you mean?" 

"Cock is another term for penis," she informed me. 

That jogged my memory. When I was fifteen, I got into a fight with some
townies. They were jerks and used foul language. The leader, a cowardly
bully had said something to me. Now what was it? I remembered. "Suck my
cock," I mumbled out loud. Yeah, that's what he had said. The pervert. 

"Anything you want Chad," said Mrs Jones. 

I looked down again. She was leaning forward and she kissed the head of
my cock. It was glistening with some kind of fluid and she licked it
off. I jumped and my knees grew weak as her tongue ran around the head
of my cock. 
Her lips wrapped around the entire head. I couldn't believe how good it
felt. Her mouth was so hot and wet. I moaned as her tongue ran all
around my cock head. She began to move her mouth up and down my cock,
taking more with each bob of her head. 

My knees were weak, but I managed to stand there. I felt the sperm
churning in my testicles. 
My muscles were tensing and my fists were clenched. I didn't know what
to do with my hands, so I grabbed the sides of her head and began
bucking my hips, sliding about half my cock in and out of her mouth. 

Mrs. Jones had one hand on my cock and another between her legs under
her skirt. She must have had bad itch, because her hand was moving
rapidly underneath her skirt. 

My cock seemed to explode in her mouth, my sperm erupting from the end.
I felt it shooting up through my cock and pouring into her mouth. 
She didn't seem to want to let go and my cock suddenly seemed ultra
sensitive after my orgasm. I couldn't take it anymore and I pulled back,
watching my penis slowly emerge from her mouth. 

"God, Mrs. Jones that felt incredible." 

"I liked it too Chad," she replied. "I've never seen a cock this big." 

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean your hung like a horse Chad," she said still kneeling before me
and staring at my cock. 
"Your more then twice as big as my husband and at least three times as
thick. His penis is about average length." 

I pictured Tristan's reaction when he saw my partially erect cock. He
wasn't deformed, I was. "You mean I'm some kind of freak?" I asked,
though for some reason it made me feel good to be bigger then her
husband and Tristan for that matter. 

"You're not a freak Chad," she answered, "you're gifted." 

"Do you do this with Mr. Jones," I asked, a sudden wave of jealousy
coursing through my body. 

"Never Chad," she said, "with him, it's lights off in the missionary
position. Yours is the first cock I've ever had in my mouth." 

That made me feel fantastic and I grinned from ear to ear. I didn't know
what to say, I just blurted out, "Thanks." 

"Thank you," she replied and she got up and left the room. 

I looked down at my cock. I know pride is a sin, but I was suddenly
proud of my big piece of meat. It was growing again and I wished she
hadn't left. 

-------------------- 

Mr Jones arrived the next day for the weekend. He reminded me a lot of
Tristan only without the wild streak. He was shorter then me by a foot,
even shorter then his wife. He was nice, but he seemed stern and proper,
just the opposite of his wife. It was probably his idea to send Tristan
to an all boys religious school. He was a lot older then his wife,
probably close to twenty years.

I didn't see much of Mrs. Jones that weekend. The few times I did, she
seemed bored. 

I went out to the boardwalk with Tristan that weekend. His girl Mary had
a friend named Amber. She was an attractive little blonde, though her
breasts weren't half as big as Mrs. Jones. She wore big platform shoes
and her shorts were so small and tight, her butt cheeks stuck out. She
seemed delighted to hang out with me, though she quickly seemed to grow
bored with my shyness and lack of conversational skills. 

We said goodbye and Tristan leaned over and gave Mary a big kiss. I
looked at Amber, she was looking back at me expectantly. I leaned over
to kiss her and at the last minute she turned her face and I planted a
kiss on her cheek. Embarrassed, I backed off and we waved bye. 

The next night, Amber didn't come out with us. I felt like a third wheel
as Tristan and Mary were all over each other. The three of us went back
to the cottage Mary and Amber were renting. They left me on the porch
and went into the one room cottage. A minute later they kicked Amber out
and she joined me. 

Finally, after ten minutes of silence, Amber said, "Why don't you like
me?" 

"I do like you," I replied, "what do you mean?" 

"How come you didn't make a pass at me?" 

"I'm sorry. I wanted to, but I don't know how." 

Amber moved next to me and she leaned over. I bent down and kissed a
girl for the first time. I liked it, but my stupid penis turned rock
hard again. 

We kissed for around fifteen minutes, finally Amber whispered in my ear,
"Tell me what you want." 

I didn't know what she was talking about, but I did know that my cock
was hurting again. "I want you to suck my cock." I whispered back. 

Amber pulled back and looked at me surprised. "Crude, but I guess you're
making progress," she said. "Ok, but You're going have to return the
favor." 

"What do you mean?" I asked confused. 

"If I suck you off, you have to eat my pussy. It's only fair." 

"I've never done that," I replied suddenly guilty for not eating Mrs.
Jones' two nights before. 

"Really?" she didn't seem that surprised, "well it doesn't matter, I'll
teach you." 

She kissed me again and I felt her hand undoing my shorts. "Let's see
what you're hiding in there." She pulled down my zipper and reached in. 

I felt her hand wrap around my cock and pull it out. It went limp at the
look on her face. She shook her head in denial and a look of fear was
written on her face. Amber let go and backed away. She looked down at my
crotch then up at me. Her mouth moved, but no words came out. She turned
and tried the door to their cottage, but it was locked. She then turned
and ran out the porch door. 

"Amber, wait," I yelled, stuffing my suddenly deflated cock into my
pants, but she ignored me and ran off into the night. 

Tristan came out a moment later a big grin on his face. Mary followed
him. "Where's Amber?" she asked. 

"She went for a walk," I lied. 

Mary saw the look on my face. "Don't let her upset you. There's plenty
of girls who'd be happy to meet a nice guy like you." 

"Thanks," I said dejected. 

Tristan gave her a big kiss and we left. He bragged the whole way home
about how he had gotten her to touch his penis. "Next time I think I can
talk her into a blow job," he said. 

I didn't say anything. Mrs Jones had obviously felt sorry for me and
sucked me off. Amber was too scared of my cock to even stay in the same
room with it. Mrs Jones had lied to me. I was a freak.


  
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